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finally let up at around one in the morning, to my relief. It was also when the lights started turning on.
Feeling restless, I got right back out and slipped on my fluffy bunny slippers, before I headed out arms crossed, gazing at the aftermath of the rain.
Trees swayed from the wind. Droplets of water fell from each leaf, like a tear threatening to fall. Just as I was starting to feel the chill, something that felt like a jacket was draped over my shoulders.
"Why are you out here?" came Chase’s voice, low, as if he'd just woken from sleep.
He should’ve been fast asleep at this time.
I shrugged, gazing out.
"You shouldn't be out here alone.”
"What are you going to do, keep me company?" I joked, rubbing my hands and breathing on them to keep me warm.
He disappeared, and thinking he'd finally left me, I nearly jumped when I heard the shuffling behind me. I stared at him as he brought one of the dining table's chairs down right next to mine, scraping on the floor and landing with a hollow thud.
"Yeah, I will," he said simply.
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Go back to sleep, Chase."
Then his gaze landed on my slippers. A smirk forming on his lips, he replied wryly, "I'm touched you want me here so much."
I sat down and pushed my slippers underneath the seat. No need to have him comment on my choice of footwear. "I don't want to interrupt your sleep.”
“You’re not interrupting anything,” he replied.
We both looked out in silence.
I was unable to stop a yawn from escaping. "Chase."
"Yeah."
"Tell me a story."
His voice was deep, a little rough from sleep, and I found that it soothed me. But more so because it was him.
And something about the quality of it warmed my heart, bringing a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in a while, and I felt it deep, all the way to my toes.
It was there, the past, hanging in the air. We just never spoke of it, like that one topic would break our fragile, fledgling relationship.
“There was once a woman. She loved plants and gardening, but one day hid herself from everyone, and stayed in a cave, because she was so scared of the world. When she went out it was winter, and all the plants had died.”
“I don’t like this story.” I tried to stand up, but a hand grabbed mine and pulled me back down, and this time, I landed on what felt like his lap.
Oh my God.
I felt myself blush furiously. He was warm and hard all around me, his hands settling on my arms, rubbing slowly in circles.
“Too bad. It’s not done yet,” he whispered against my ear. I couldn’t help the shiver that passed through me. “So, this woman built a wall around her. She didn’t want to care for plants anymore. Not when they wither anyway,”
“Chase,” I said desperately, and something in my voice must’ve made him pause.
“Aren’t you interested about what happens to the woman?”
“I know what happens to her,” I said softly.
“What happens to her, Sherr?”
It was obvious, wasn’t it?
“The walls close in on her, and she drowns in her misery.”
“Wrong,” he said, and– did he just press his lips against my hair? “Someone else tried to climb it.”
“No one can climb it,” I finally said stubbornly.
The bastard laughed. “I thought I was telling the story.”
“Stories aren’t truths. That’s why they’re different every time you ask someone else.”
“This is my story,” he said, and I felt him smile against me.
Well, he had a point, but I wasn’t going to admit it.
"Sherr…"
"Yes?"
He shook his head as if he found the thought ridiculous. "Nothing.”
I had no idea what he was thinking. But I let it go, and for the second time this week, I was content to just sit with him quietly.
* * *
“ H oly crap .”
Haley’s hand was still on the handle of the door, as if she stopped just midway. Her mouth formed an o shape.
Chase stirred next to me. I shot up from the couch, looking around wildly. “What’s wrong?” I asked, panicked and a little
Feeling restless, I got right back out and slipped on my fluffy bunny slippers, before I headed out arms crossed, gazing at the aftermath of the rain.
Trees swayed from the wind. Droplets of water fell from each leaf, like a tear threatening to fall. Just as I was starting to feel the chill, something that felt like a jacket was draped over my shoulders.
"Why are you out here?" came Chase’s voice, low, as if he'd just woken from sleep.
He should’ve been fast asleep at this time.
I shrugged, gazing out.
"You shouldn't be out here alone.”
"What are you going to do, keep me company?" I joked, rubbing my hands and breathing on them to keep me warm.
He disappeared, and thinking he'd finally left me, I nearly jumped when I heard the shuffling behind me. I stared at him as he brought one of the dining table's chairs down right next to mine, scraping on the floor and landing with a hollow thud.
"Yeah, I will," he said simply.
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Go back to sleep, Chase."
Then his gaze landed on my slippers. A smirk forming on his lips, he replied wryly, "I'm touched you want me here so much."
I sat down and pushed my slippers underneath the seat. No need to have him comment on my choice of footwear. "I don't want to interrupt your sleep.”
“You’re not interrupting anything,” he replied.
We both looked out in silence.
I was unable to stop a yawn from escaping. "Chase."
"Yeah."
"Tell me a story."
His voice was deep, a little rough from sleep, and I found that it soothed me. But more so because it was him.
And something about the quality of it warmed my heart, bringing a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in a while, and I felt it deep, all the way to my toes.
It was there, the past, hanging in the air. We just never spoke of it, like that one topic would break our fragile, fledgling relationship.
“There was once a woman. She loved plants and gardening, but one day hid herself from everyone, and stayed in a cave, because she was so scared of the world. When she went out it was winter, and all the plants had died.”
“I don’t like this story.” I tried to stand up, but a hand grabbed mine and pulled me back down, and this time, I landed on what felt like his lap.
Oh my God.
I felt myself blush furiously. He was warm and hard all around me, his hands settling on my arms, rubbing slowly in circles.
“Too bad. It’s not done yet,” he whispered against my ear. I couldn’t help the shiver that passed through me. “So, this woman built a wall around her. She didn’t want to care for plants anymore. Not when they wither anyway,”
“Chase,” I said desperately, and something in my voice must’ve made him pause.
“Aren’t you interested about what happens to the woman?”
“I know what happens to her,” I said softly.
“What happens to her, Sherr?”
It was obvious, wasn’t it?
“The walls close in on her, and she drowns in her misery.”
“Wrong,” he said, and– did he just press his lips against my hair? “Someone else tried to climb it.”
“No one can climb it,” I finally said stubbornly.
The bastard laughed. “I thought I was telling the story.”
“Stories aren’t truths. That’s why they’re different every time you ask someone else.”
“This is my story,” he said, and I felt him smile against me.
Well, he had a point, but I wasn’t going to admit it.
"Sherr…"
"Yes?"
He shook his head as if he found the thought ridiculous. "Nothing.”
I had no idea what he was thinking. But I let it go, and for the second time this week, I was content to just sit with him quietly.
* * *
“ H oly crap .”
Haley’s hand was still on the handle of the door, as if she stopped just midway. Her mouth formed an o shape.
Chase stirred next to me. I shot up from the couch, looking around wildly. “What’s wrong?” I asked, panicked and a little
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